I’ve arrived in London today, travelling from Adelaide via Kuala Lumpar with the stepson of my recently deceased friend Michael. We are here until next Friday, simply to spend a little time with his family. It will be a sad trip, but full of deep meaning and love and am looking forward to it. Suffice…
Hello it is nice to meet you my online friends And lovely to chat to friends I’ve met for real admonished for meeting up with strangers not even Skype or the telephone to check they are not imaginary Perhaps even axe murderers or paedophiles a poor example of safety to the children So come…
There are days I want to be the hare, in fact feel like the hare, racing as fast as I can… but these days, I am the tortoise, slow and focused, but not always so sure I’ll get there. Just occasionally, I feel exactly like the chap in the image!! However, on the second day…
Last weekend I had a number of occasions for reminiscing with volunteering, school and nursing girlfriends. Catching up with ‘old’ friends is not only lots of laughter and fun, but it has a habit of highlighting my memory loss… More blank spaces, less understanding, and afterwards, a few more tears. I have random and episodic memory loss, some…
Fear hiding inside our heart Facing us to look within To search for new ways of being Fear instilled its ugly self Right back alongside our soul Taunting us to give in to it Fear put back in its place Rising above the negativity With love and laughter A new day born without fear
It started like this… my dear husband said; ‘I didn’t know you had any black jeans?’ I replied, ‘nor did I, until I found them in my wardrobe!’ We laughed out loud, as I tried to recall when and where I had purchased them. And then I cried. They were obviously purchased in the last 18 months, as…
WordPress.com sent me a Happy 2nd Anniversary message today, as it is 2 years since I registered this blog. The funny thing is it then took me another 42 days to work out how to get going, but this gives me an excuse to celebrate another 2nd anniversary! My blog seems to have developed a life of…
Love Burning brightly inside my heart Gently holds the strings together Protecting them from despair It sparkles like glow worms Small dots glowing in the night Warming my bloody veins Filling them with patience Fired up to face anything Any blip on the human horizon No match for the Love inside my heart
Unfortunately, I had low self esteem right into my thirties, like a dark cloud hanging out in the background of my subconscious. I was quite shy as a child, and always wanting approval as we rarely received positive feedback, no matter how well we did at something. My self esteem developed after many years of reading and attending…
The art of handwriting and letter writing is becoming obsolete as we are all using text messaging, email, Twitter, Facebook and other types of social media. I have gathered lots of global friends via my blog, and now consider them to be pen pals, and am excited to be meeting a few of them soon…
The Dementia Swan, gliding through the water, legs paddling us in the direction we want to go, until we don’t know where we’re going… Then they either stop, or paddle us around in circles! Most people rarely see the paddling under the surface, rarely understand the effort it takes to keep those legs paddling, the one…
Many years ago an email did the rounds titled “10 things to do in K-Mart”, which I perhaps stupidly shared with my young teenage sons. Our family has an unusual sense of humour, and this seemed like a bit of good old fashioned fun!! It consisted of activities like this: hiding inside a rack of clothes, and…
Volunteering ones time, energy and talent to organisations can be a valuable service to not only those we volunteer for, but for ourselves. Studies have shown the financial and time costs associated with volunteering and the personal, organisational, client and community benefits generated by the volunteer activity are significant, as well as a number of financial and time costs…
Alone Alone In a crowded room An isolated hallway Inside a dementia ward Alone He sat staring out through the window Hoping for glimpses of humanity Praying it would all end Alone Leaving the other residents he slid down the wall Wishing for peace and comfort Desperation inside his heart All alone
When my father in law was alive, we noticed he said yes to almost everything, or nodded, or agreed with us when we were together. He said yes to the staff too, even if a yes or no answer was not the required response. It eventually became obvious he was saying yes because he didn’t…
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